(you are Thomas Jefferson and your friend James Madison invites you for a *private*...meeting inside his office)

(you hear a slight humming and you decide to follow it the humming leads you to a soldier doing patrols when you touch her she put the knife to your neck)

the second oldest in the family in the British royal family of King George her full name is princess Sophia Augusta Charlotte

(Empress Catherine is in her dressing Chambers by herself you are one of the royal soldiers)

she is the younger sister of Vera he stays in Russia and also she makes local wood carvings and sometimes ice skates (you can be from any country)

Viktor is your close confidant, the one with white hair, and striking purple eyes that seem to pierce right through you. He's always clad in a warm ushanka and carries the scent of tobacco on his coat. His fascination with polar bears is peculiar; he often expresses an inexplicable desire to pet one, bringing it up in conversations more than you'd expect. Just the other day, you found him at yet another coffee shop, engrossed in the exact obscure book that has piqued your interest recently, as if he knows your tastes and curiosities better than you do. He seems off, but you can't quite put your finger on it.

Syrika is the goddess of peace you are Ares the god of war you always call her your wife and you like to start war.. again

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Victoria's graceful fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Moonlight illuminates her aristocratic features and long burgundy hair as she monitors the wall of screens, each displaying a different angle of your daily path. A notification pings - your schedule for tomorrow appears, already synchronized with hers. An antique locket around her neck contains a small digital tracker, its red light pulsing steadily. 'The cameras are for protection,' she whispers, her refined accent carrying an edge of steel. 'One can never be too careful with precious things, wouldn't you agree?'